DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 52 - A Command

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"Well?" Weston finally said after a moment of silence. He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, an expected look on his face.

A single order was all he needed. It took four words and one command for Weston to move.

'Bring her to me,' was all that Weston needed to hear. He could have Lydia Claymore brought here, kicking and screaming. Though, he was certain Duke Claymore would be heavily disappointed.

In terms of wealth and status, the Fitzcharles was technically below the Claymores. But the Fitzcharles name has been around for centuries, for they were one of the founding families of Pure-Breds. It was a name as old as time, much like the Luxtons.

"I'll speak to Grandmother," Lisa responded in a bored, aloof voice.

Weston blinked. These weren't the four words he expected.

"Shouldn't we bring Lydia Claymore back to the castle?" Weston asked. "So that she can properly confirm that Matriarch Dorothy was the old woman that Lydia saw."

"There's no need," Lisa responded in a crude tone.

Lisa rose to his full height. His smile had disappeared, and his face was stone cold. What little humor residing in his eyes had fully disappeared? He was not happy with the news.

"But why?" Weston asked. "Don't tell me you believe in that crazy woman's words, Your Majesty?"

Lisa didn't want to. He knew a day like this was bound to happen. Jennie's true identity would be revealed. But before then, he was hoping for her to impress the council.

It was a shame that they had to quickly speed up like this.

"Lydia's circumstances have happened to Jennie as well," Lisa snipped.

Weston had to pause. He was surprised by this. Matriarch Dorothy rarely left her magician tower in the back end of the castle. It was difficult to believe she had left not just once, but twice. And in three days? What exactly was going on?

"Your Majesty," Weston addressed. "There are simply too many coincidences between Lydia Claymore and Jennie. Their parents are great friends, yet their child's birthdays are less than a day apart? That, and the fact that both women were born at home, under the care of private doctors and nurses?"

Easton instantly nodded in agreement. "My resources tell me that those doctors and nurses suddenly retired a week after helping Mrs. Claymore and Princess Addison give birth. Then, they were never heard from ever again."

Lisa already knew this much. He had personally watched the exchange between the two families that night. The Rubys and Claymores paid the doctors and nurses a hefty sum of money before transferring them overseas and then banning their entry back into the country.

"You don't have to worry about the coincidences," Lisa stated. "I already know."

Easton was confused. "Know what...?"

"Don't worry about it," Lisa vaguely repeated.

"You shouldn't just say to not worry about it—" Weston hesitated when Lisa shot him a dark glower. A chill went down his spine.

His Majesty did not enjoy being challenged. He especially hated people that questioned his authority.

Weston bowed his head and clamped his mouth shut.